We are raising up some plump doves and squirrels but my wife would have a conniption fit if they showed up in the kitchen.
We only got to 73 today and was sunny and windy. A good day for the wind chimes to play their songs.
I'm stuck inside having to stay off my bad leg and keep it elevated. I'm tired of reading, ready to do something, anything.
You can always take up crochet or embroidery (not that there's anything wrong with it). Was it Rosy Grier who did knitting?